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Part of my kitchen. That little thing is all the oven I have, not so good for making cookies. But I really love the floor, it looks just like what's in the old Jan Vermeer paintings. I guess I just need a Persian carpet on the table now, and the window should be in the corner of the composition. The neighbors, whose bedroom is below the kitchen, are always nagging my landlord to cover this floor with linoleum so our footsteps will be quieter, and they complain to him a lot (which is ridiculous as we've been extremely careful and also not home at all nearly half of the time). But I'm not bitter.
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The other half of the kitchen and the hallway. You can see my little refrigerator. The bathroom is at the other end.
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This is half the living room, where Larry lived; that's my sofa turned into a bed with Larry's packing on it, and his laptop perched on boxes. The big window leads to my balcony.
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Okay, so it's a mess. I'm short on furniture and long on cardboard and ferrets, and I've been out of town quite a lot. I was trying to make ferret tunnels out of cardboard but they had no interest in them, so I have to drag that all to the recycling bin. Anyway, my bike is also in the living room, as those same lovely neighbors have two bikes parked in the downstairs entryway, just to make sure I can't put mine there. I don't really use it, so I guess that's okay, but they never seem to use theirs either. Psht.
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The ferret girls. Ameena on the left and Vasilissa looking at you. Her spring coat is coming in and she now has a little punk-rock black patch on the top of her head. Ameena's spring coat isn't in much yet.
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The ferret boys. In the green hammock we have Carnegie looking at you, and below is Farah. Yes, he's sticking his tongue out. Nyah.
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And now, some bonus pics (not taken by Larry) of ferrets helping with dishes. That's Farah right there.
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Carnegie and you can see Vasilissa in the back.
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Ameena has crawled in the front, Carnegie is licking the big pot and Farah is sniffing the pot and thinking about licking it.
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Vasilissa also considers the pot. Hm, she says.
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